Behind The Mask

We all have a mask that we hide behind, some just depend upon it too much. When I was younger I foolishly trusted everyone to whom I came into contact. Now, very few people have treaded realms of my true personality that is hidden behind my mask.

I smile to hide the hurt, I smile to hide the pain.

I pretend that I am happy, I pretend to give a damn.

I hide behind a mask, and I do it very well.

An icon of self-indulgence, the bringer of my own pain.

A chameleon to the fullest extent, why bother having my own name.

I fool the world, I fool myself. Have I no shame?!

Without the mask, where would I hide? I'm lost in my own lie.

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